"Comrade Jianjun, who is the chicken thief who stole Xu Damao's house?”
"Just say it boldly. We will never let a bad person off.”
Liu Haizhong couldn't wait to ask Li Jianjun. His heart was itching, as if someone was scratching it with a feather.
At this moment, sweat had already formed on the stick's palm, and his heart was in his throat.
"Hmph, you're bluffing. You're the one who stole Xu Damao's hen. Don't pretend to be calm.”
Jia Zhangshi was so nervous that she swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She tried to interrupt again, trying to direct everyone's attention to Li Jianjun.
"Use the Repentance Talisman, awesome."
Li Jianjun sneered and let Jia Zhangshi continue. With a thought, he had already cast the Repentance Talisman on the stick.
"The old hen was stolen by a stick!"
"Silly Zhu, did you see the stick go to the canteen to steal soy sauce today? Actually, he was going to roast the chicken with the soy sauce.”
The next moment, Li Jianjun's words were shocking and caused a huge uproar.
"What? The stick stole Xu Damao's old hen.”
"Tsk tsk, you're a thief at such a young age.”
"The Jia family only has one male. I didn't expect him to be a thief.”
For a time, it caused a huge uproar. Everyone discussed and pointed.
Compared to Jia Zhangshi's accusation, everyone was more willing to believe Li Jianjun.
In everyone's impression, Jia Zhangshi was a gossipy woman who liked to spread rumors and talk nonsense.
"Silly Zhu, so it's true that you said the stick went to steal soy sauce.”
"F * ck!"
"Jia Dongxu, what else do you have to say?”
Xu Damao recalled how He Yuzhu had smashed him when he went to the kitchen during the day. At that time, the other party had mentioned that it was a stick.
Now that he heard Li Jianjun's reminder, he quickly understood.
There was a high chance that the stick had really stolen soy sauce to roast the chicken.
"Bullsh * t! My boy is so obedient, how could he steal a chicken?”
Jia Dongxu pulled a long face and looked unhappy.
"That's right. The stalk is still so young. Why would it steal someone else's old hen?”
Qin Huairu pulled the stick. She could clearly feel the stick trembling, and her palms were sweating.
"Bastard!"
"You bastard, how dare you frame my eldest grandson? I'm going to kill you!”
"Master Yi, don't listen to his overbearing words. He's just making a countercharge.”
Jia Zhangshi was anxious.
She had a portion of the roast chicken and was really anxious. She was worried that the stick would expose the fact that she had stolen the chicken.
"The stick is so small. How can it catch an old hen that weighs a few catties? Don't think about fooling it so easily.”
Yi Zhonghai was also counting on the stick to be filial to him in the future. Of course, he would not let Li Jianjun put the title of chicken thief on his head.
"Master Yi, what are you anxious about? Let Jianjun finish.”
Liu Hai was excited and quickly stopped Yi Zhonghai from interrupting.
"Well, I think if you ask a good question, children usually don't lie.”
Yan Bugui rolled his eyes and suggested for everyone to ask about the story.
"Yes, yes. If you don't believe me, you can ask the meme.”
Li Jianjun felt relieved. This Yan Bugui really gave him a god-like assist.
"Why didn't you search Li Jianjun's house? What does this have to do with my boy?”
Jia Zhang-shi was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, so nervous that her hair stood on end.
"Sister-in-law, be quiet.”
"Awesome, did you steal the Damao family's old hen?”
Liu Haizhong liked to show off and wanted to replace Yi Zhonghai's position. He immediately walked up to the stick and asked.
"Yes... Ah, no, I didn't steal a chicken."
The stick was a little confused. He nodded but quickly shook his head in denial.
"Awesome, did you steal Xu Damao's chicken?”
Yan Bugui's heart skipped a beat when he saw the stick meme's strange behavior. He also felt that something was wrong.
"No, I didn't steal a chicken."
The stick revealed a struggling expression. A very strange feeling surged in his heart. He really wanted to open his mouth and admit that he had stolen the old hen.
"Awesome, did you steal my old hen or not?”
"I brought those two chickens back from the countryside for someone to play a movie. I couldn't bear to eat them and kept them for him to lay eggs. How dare you? She could learn anything at such a young age, but she actually learned to be a thief.”
When Xu Damao heard the meme admit it and then shake his head in denial, he was sure that Chicken Thief was a meme.
"Xu Damao, you bastard, how dare you say that my boy is a chicken thief?”
"Damn it! You only know how to bully my family. You're poor, but you're poor. Do you want to bully my family because my family is so poor?”
Jia Zhangshi hugged the stick and turned her head to scold Xu Damao.
"Stick, is my roast chicken better, or is your roast chicken better?”
At this time, Li Jianjun walked over and stared at the stick with a smile.
"Your roast chicken is delicious!"
The Repentance Talisman had probably taken effect. After Li Jianjun asked, the stick replied.
"Did you barbecue Xu Damao's chicken?”
The smile on Li Jianjun's face grew wider.
"Yes, my grandmother told me to get it. She told me to get it when she saw someone's house with food. Grandma said that our family is in a difficult situation, so it's only right for you to give us something to help us.”
The stick seemed to have lost his soul and spilled everything.
He was like a devout believer, kneeling in front of Buddha to pray and repent.
"Pa! Pa!"
"Damn, you brat, did you fall into the latrine pit last time and shit entered your head?”
"What nonsense are you talking about? Shut up.”
Jia Zhang-shi's face was aghast as she raised her palm and slapped the stick twice, scolding it sternly.
"Grandma, I don't want to lie anymore.”
"You also have a share of today's roast chicken. Uncle Damao can't bear to eat this old hen, so I stole it and ate it. I feel very guilty.”
The stick meme wailed loudly, snot and tears flowing down his face as he confessed to everyone in regret.
"Pa!"
"What are you talking about?”
Jia Dongxu couldn't keep calm anymore. He walked over and gave the stick a big slap.
"Alright, stop joking.”
"Stop talking nonsense. Why would you steal someone else's hen?”
Qin Huairu squatted down and hugged the stick with a pained expression.
"Didn't you pick up Li Jianjun's roast chicken last time? That's delicious. I want to eat roast chicken.”
"When Xu Damao scolded my father, I wanted to steal their old hen…I didn't finish the other half and brought it back for Grandma to eat. He said he wouldn't tell Mom and Dad.”
The stick was like a madman, unable to control his thoughts and continued to repent.
"Pa!"
"You unfilial son, bastard, what nonsense are you talking about?”
Jia Zhang-shi was flustered and exasperated. She raised her hand and slapped the stick a few more times, making her nose bleed.
"Grandma, don't hit me. Didn't you say that you were going to get it?”
"Awoo!"
The stick was aggrieved and cried even more sadly, almost fainting.
"Pa!"
"Bastard!"
"Bang!"
Jia Zhangshi pushed Qin Huairu away and slapped her again, knocking the stick to the ground.
"Ao Ao!"
At this moment, the stick hugged its head and rolled on the ground. It screamed miserably as if it was suffering endless pain.
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